Mind-altering work of art:The Rocky Horror Picture Show (movie and soundtrack).

Most memorable or inspirational gig and why?My most inspirational gig is always the last show I've played. That's pretty much all that matters.

What has been your career high and low?My career has always been high. As long as I'm having fun, everything's great. The only low point is the hangover the next morning.

What should everyone shut up about? How cool music used to be. Wake up  there's a lot of amazing stuff coming out of Canada biting you right in the ass. Get over the inferiority complex. The time is now!

I would drop everything to play a benefit for:Children with special needs (although I might have to tone it down a bit).

What trait do you like and dislike most about yourself?The fact that I'm neurotic is both a gift and a curse. (Just ask my band.)

What would make you kick someone out of your band and/or bed, and have you?Faking it.

When I think of Canada I think:Beer, killer weed, hot chicks.

What is your vital daily ritual?Shaving from the neck down.

How do you spoil yourself?Getting high in a hot bubble bath and afternoon naps.

What was your most memorable day job?Any day job I've had has definitely been blocked from my memory.

If I wasn't playing music I would be:Committed to an insane asylum or behind bars.

What is your greatest fear?Dying of old age.

If you had a superpower, what would it be?X-ray vision.

What makes you want to take it off and get it on?Champagne, strawberries and a clever tongue.

Music and sex: Is there a difference? Why?Rock'n'roll and sex are the same to me. They both make me cum. Some other types of music I'm not so sure.

Strangest brush with celebrity:Meeting Rodney Dangerfield poolside at a Las Vegas hotel. Not someone you need to see in wet trunks.

Who would be your ideal dinner guest, living or dead, and what would you serve them?Iggy Pop. I would serve peanut butter sandwiches.

What does your mom wish you were doing instead?My mom just wishes me the best. She loves my record. When my dad used to play psychedelic rock, he ran around flashing people in a wedding dress, calling himself "Suzie Creamcheese." That was a long time ago, but it still runs in the family.